A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 12
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 12 - A Better Man follows the talented David Dawson, who is brimming with charm, a messed-up love life, and many lessons that go far beyond the playbook. He’s setting the stage for winning the ultimate prize: a national championship. David is pulling out all the stops in his campaign, working his network to build a juggernaut while dealing with business calamities, completing his education, and navigating minefields in his love life.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Humor School Group Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Slow
Crystal had been working with some of her sorority sisters to build a social media following. She was a marketing major and wanted to expand on what she’d been working on with Chloe Price to make her a successful Internet influencer.
Crystal had talked to her dad about joining his agency as a social media expert. He said that if she could get a handful of people to earn decent money, he would hire her when she graduated.
She’d talked to her best friend, Taylor, and the two girls who were the top pledges during the fall, Emily and Wren. Crystal had a marketing class with David and wanted to bounce some ideas off him. With that in mind, she arrived early and brought a bag of tacos from a food truck.
David came in and, when he reached their table, sniffed the air.
“Please tell me that’s for me,” he said as he grabbed the bag.
“If you do me a favor.”
David didn’t answer until he pulled out the first taco and unwrapped it. The truck made Yucatán-style tacos. The one he had was made with shredded turkey in an achiote paste, topped with pickled red onions and chunky guacamole, with a raw habanero pepper on the side.
David picked up the pepper and gave her a curious look.
“After a bite of the taco, you take a bite out of the pepper,” Crystal explained. “They say it cleanses your palate.”
David stuffed half the taco into his mouth and groaned with pleasure. Being a good sport, he bit into the habanero pepper, and instantly, sweat formed on his upper lip. Crystal pulled a small milk carton out of her bag and waved it at David.
“If you agree to help me, you can have this.”
He snatched it from her hand and took a big slug of milk.
“Do these really come with the pepper? Or was this some kind of prank?” David asked.
“That’s how they make them. Personally, I pass on the pepper, but I watched several people eat a whole one between each bite like they were celery sticks.”
“For nonnatives, they should put a warning label on those. But the tacos are great. Is that turkey?” David said.
“It is. I get them because I figure they’re a lower-calorie option.”
He finished the tacos before class started and asked, “What did you need help with?”
Crystal gave him a brief rundown on what she was trying to do. David asked her if he could think about it before giving her his ideas, and she agreed.
David brought Tracy to meet with Crystal at the Alpha Mu sorority house. When he pulled up, Taylor came bounding out of the house to greet him.
“You’re still planning on coming to my rush, right?” she called out while waiting for him to get out of the car.
He’d warned Tracy that Taylor in hyper mode was like watching a monkey with a chainsaw: even though you knew something terrible was about to happen, you couldn’t look away.
Tracy chuckled as she got out. Taylor was in David’s face, waiting for an answer.
“I said I was,” David said.
“And...” Taylor began, but thankfully, Crystal stuck her head out the door and interrupted.
“Taylor! He’s not here for you. I asked David over.”
Taylor wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at Crystal, but she backed off. Tracy grabbed his arm and pulled David toward the sorority. Taylor followed them inside.
Crystal led them to a room where Wren and Emily waited.
“Crystal told me you wanted to build a social media following. I brought Tracy along because she has the same general idea, and I hoped Crystal could help her turn it into a moneymaker,” David said.
“I’m trying to avoid having to get a student loan to help pay for everything,” Tracy said.
David knew her dad made more than enough to pay his daughter’s tuition, but Tracy didn’t want to rely on her father’s goodwill if she didn’t have to.
“Crystal asked me to come up with some ideas about what you might do. Taylor’s easy because she’s the Queen of Rush. Many people are interested in the process and what it takes to get into a sorority. You could do short videos on what to wear and what not to wear,” David said.
“I remember when I got ready for rush, I spent hours trying to figure out what would send the right message,” Emily said.
“What else?” Taylor asked. She had her phone out and was taking notes.
“Highlight reasons to join a sorority, be it a built-in support base, lifelong friendships, or a place to hang out. I’m sure you all have different reasons for joining. Taylor could do quick interviews with current and former sisters to get their perspectives and maybe get some pledges to say why they chose Alpha Mu,” David said.
“I think Taylor’s personality will translate well. She would be the troublemaker on a good reality TV show, but this would be online,” Wren said.
“The key is quick and fun,” Crystal said.
“For Wren, I went with OOTD,” David said.
“What does that mean?” Emily asked.
“Outfit of the day,” David translated. “This is a good way to get sponsorships. I know some people in the business who can hook you up. You could explain what you’re wearing and why it goes together for different scenarios. I’m sure girls want to know what they can wear to class and then go on a casual date and look great doing both.”
“That’s a great idea, but I sometimes wonder whether my boyfriend’s gay,” Tracy quipped.
“What about me?” Emily asked.
“There are whole TV channels on home improvement, so you know there’s a market for that. Put a little spin on it. They won’t let you take down walls or replace flooring in a dorm or apartment. But you could show simple life hacks to improve their rooms on the cheap, using storage solutions. Because let’s face it, there’s never enough room for your stuff.
“There’s an app that can show you how to maximize your space, whether a closet or a small area. It was huge in Japan, where living space is ridiculously tight. They’re big on multiuse furniture, like a coffee table that turns into a dining table. Use that to generate some ideas, and then see if you can talk some of the girls into letting you ‘fix’ their rooms.
“People love the before-and-after. When you show it all was done for under a hundred bucks, it’ll get watched,” David said.
“I’d leave out the part where you toss half their junk so it looks like you got everything back in, and it looks all neat and tidy,” Wren said.
“I’d like to see the space three weeks later and see if it actually helped,” Crystal said.
“Let’s not go there,” David said.
While Tracy talked to Crystal about her ideas, David let Taylor have ten minutes of his time. He even put a timer on his phone and showed it to her so she wouldn’t make him stay there all night talking about rush.
“I don’t think the celebrity bartender thing worked well last time. Maybe we should just have a photographer take pictures of you and the girls since that’s what you spent most of your time doing anyway,” Taylor said.
“That makes sense because then you get their information so you can send them copies of the pics,” David said.
“I hadn’t thought of that,” Taylor admitted.
Last time, they were overwhelmed by the number of girls and weren’t sure who should get bids. This way, they would have their contact info and a picture to put their name and face to.
“Be sure to put on the flyers that they must bring their student ID to enter the door. That’ll slow down the townies who try to crash,” David suggested.
“Somehow, asking for ID feels wrong,” Taylor said.
“If you were doing this in a public venue, I might agree. But this is where you all live, so you can set the rules. Just be clear upfront about what’s required, and you should be okay.”
“What if guys want to come?” Taylor asked.
“You need to talk about that internally. Nobody can force you to let a guy join, but I would have a set policy before rushing. I might even reach out to National to get feedback.
“If I were to guess, you already arbitrarily pick which girls you offer and which you don’t. I’d be careful not to publish any guidelines for your selection process, either internally or publicly. If you do, it needs to be generic,” David said.
“Like what?”
“That they have to be a student in good standing at a minimum,” David suggested, then had to ask, “What makes you worry about guys wanting to join a sorority?”
“One of the other sororities had a guy ask if he could become a member. They said it was a prank, but it got me thinking,” Taylor said.
“I don’t know what to tell you because I don’t have a dog in this fight. If I were to guess, under the right circumstances, a guy could join. Seeing what a frat would do if girls showed up for their rush would be more fun.”
“I could see Cassidy kicking some of their asses if they tried to keep her out,” Taylor said.
“She thinks frat guys are a bunch of douches anyway. I probably shouldn’t suggest it to her because she might be bored on a Wednesday night and show up just to cause trouble,” David said with a chuckle.
His timer went off.
“That’s your time,” David said.
Taylor was happy, so he picked up his girlfriend and they left.
Sometimes you wake up slowly, perplexed and perhaps uncertain about everything. And there are times when you wake up and are instantly, intensely cognizant of what’s happening. That was David the following morning.
Tracy had slept over and woke up before he did, and she had a death grip on Mr. Happy. David’s eyes flew open.
“Good morning,” David said with a silly grin.
Tracy looked him in the eyes as her full lips parted, and she leaned down to take him in her mouth.
He vividly recalled when he was a freshman in high school, and they first went out. All Tracy did was take his cock in her mouth; she did nothing else. Just looking at that sexy cheerleader with her lips stretched around the head of his cock had made him cum.
Being older and more experienced, David put the odds of her duplicating that experience at fifty-fifty. While his staying power had vastly improved, Tracy was still sexy as hell and always got his motor running.
At that moment, Mr. Happy was in heaven because of her enthusiastic treatment. Tracy might not be a pro at sucking cock, David had experienced better, but she was in his top five. She was in no hurry to get him off as she bobbed gently on the first few inches of his cock. Tracy combined that with swirling her tongue enthusiastically over his tip every time she bobbed up. In his humble opinion, he had nothing to complain about.
She also knew what he liked and how to make Mr. Happy feel fucking fantastic.
David reached down and pulled her hair out of the way so he could watch as she went to town. He bunched Tracy’s hair into a ponytail and held the top of her head. He’d learned that having a handful of hair did not give him the right to ‘guide’ her activities, even if he wished she would take him deeper.
Tracy must have been a mind reader because she took a bit more with every bob. She began to moan quietly, not wanting to advertise their activities to Alex. David looked forward to having his own apartment without paper-thin walls.
David groaned when Tracy let his cock head bump against the back of her mouth, and she pressed down to force it down her throat. As she aggressively worked to swallow all of him time and again, he thought he might have to reevaluate her place on his list of the best at giving oral.
“Holy moly, my mother warned me about ex-cheerleaders,” David said.
Tracy pulled off and gave him an unbelieving look.
“Holy moly?”
“The ankle-biters hear way too much now. I’m trying to be a good dad.”
“Does a ‘good dad’ want to get his cock sucked or say stupid stuff that makes me wonder why I’m dating him?” Tracy asked.
“Suck my cock, bitch,” David growled.